Werewolf secretary

Werewolf x fem!reader || throat fucking, cock-warming

Being the secretary of a werewolf wasn’t always so good. Sometimes, closer to the full moon, he got moody and asked you to bring him weird food combos. Sometimes he was so angry he howled until the glass window separating your offices cracked. And sometimes, he was so stressed that he wanted to fuck you until you felt dumb. Today was that day.

You had barely a foot inside the office before he was barking: “On your knees, sweetie.” He always added the endearment at the end to make you feel better, but his tone of voice left no room for argument. Not like you were going to anyway. You knew better than to argue with him when he was clearly on edge. You didn’t know what happened in the last call he took, but his claws were out and his body was a bit furrier than usual.

He was fighting the shift.

You dropped to your knees between his open legs, the shape of his shaft clearly visible through his work pants. You tried to play coy, but your mouth was already salivating. You knew what was coming. Pun intended.

As soon as you were on the floor, his hands were trying (and failing) to open his fly. His claws were making it hard for him, and you could see the anger rising. You helped him, slowly coaching his hands off the way so you could let his dick free. He was hard, so hard. He always joked he could get hard just looking at you, and sometimes it seemed like it wasn’t a joke. He grabbed your hair, pulling a bit too harsh, a bit too rough. But you didn’t mind. You liked it that way. A bit of pain, a bit of danger as his claws graced the back of your neck.

“Open up.” He ordered. You complied, making your legs tremble as the carpet scratched your knees. He teased you, painting your lips with his precum as you panted softly. “Good girl.”

He pushed inside your mouth slowly, so so slowly. You knew he was trying to get a hold of himself, trying not to be too rough, not to take the anger off on you. But you wanted it. You wanted him to be rough, to be harsh, to use you. He feed you his cock, his grip on your hair making impossible for you to do anything but take whatever he wanted to give you. He was in charge, you couldn’t move.

“You look so good between my legs, all flushed and needy. I don’t need to do anything and you are already panting.” His tone was mocking, making fun of how needy you were, but you couldn’t help it. You couldn’t help yourself around him, always needy for his cock.

He built up a pace, slow and deep at first, but increasingly faster. “Yes. Just like that, take it all.” He knew you couldn’t, he was too big for that, but that didn’t stop you for trying, gagging when he went too far. “You like that? You like choking on my dick?” You whimpered around him, making him moan over you, his dick twitching down your throat. “Of course you do, you are such a slutty girl, so hungry for my cock.” You groaned around him, making him lose his pace for a second. He growled, pulling at your hair as he went deeper, faster, making you gag again. He grabbed your neck, feeling himself pushing deep.

You were the escape of all his frustrations, the perfect little toy for him to play when he was stressed. Some people used stress-relief balls, he emptied his balls inside you instead. You didn’t know what happened to make him be this frustrated with the world, but you couldn’t avoid feeling a bit of gratitude towards whoever made him angry today.

“You look so pretty when you cry. Your face all flushed, your lips so shiny… You like it messy, don’t you, pet?” You bobbed your head, trying to nod. The grip he had on your hair was too strong for you to move much, but you didn’t need to. He knew. He was completely aware of how much you enjoyed him playing with you like a toy. He could probably smell it in the air, smell your desire, smell how wet you were with him using you.

You could feel him hanging by a thread, the pace brutal as he fucked your throat. His hand collaring your neck made your head feel light, your brain fuzzy as he constricted the blood flow. You trusted him, you knew he wouldn’t hurt you intentionally, but the raw heat in his eyes sent a spark of danger to your senses. It only made you wetter, your panties dripping down your tights. You rubbed your legs together, trying to get some friction, some relief. He growled at you, a warning.

“You don’t get relief today, pet. This is all about me.” He punctuated each word with a thrust down your throat. You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, you could just feel his dick in and out your mouth, in and out your throat. It was divine.

You were so focused on the feel of him you didn’t realize he was coming till you choked on a breath, his load hitting the back of your throat as he pulled out to spill some of his load on your tongue. You moaned around the tip inside your mouth, the taste of him making you hungry for more. You kept sucking until his hand on your hair stopped you, too sensitive.

You were about to pull off him so you could go back to work when he said: “Oh, no you don’t.” He pushed back inside. “Good girls don’t pull off before I told them.” “You are gonna stay there, be a good cockwarming little slut as I finish work.” You nodded enthusiastically, your tongue softly caressing his still hard dick.

At some point he stopped looking at you like you hung the moon and got back to work. Answering calls, sending emails, whatever he did with his morning as you organized everything from outside. Maybe you dozed off, maybe you changed astral realities as you stood there, his soft dick in your mouth.

It wasn’t the first time this happened, it wasn’t the first time he wanted to use you as his cockwarming little slut, you never knew when would it happen. Sometimes it was after he knotted you, sometimes he liked to sleep with his dick deep inside of you so he could fuck you as soon as he woke up, your body soft and pliant under him. Sometimes it was in the middle of the workday when he was feeling too agitated, too stressed. Like today.

So there you were, for what felt like hours, and might as well had been. On your knees, between his legs, as he petted your head every once in a while. After a while he caressed your face, his hand soft against your temple. You looked at him, your eyes half closed. He pulled out slowly, never breaking eye contact. “Does your jaw hurt, darling?” You nodded, unable to form words. “Come here.” He didn’t wait, he just picked you up from the floor and lifted you to his lap.

“Was the call that bad?” You asked, your voice raw and raspy, he almost fucked it out of you.

“Yeah… But you made it all better, my good girl.” You tried not to preen at his endearing words, but the flush creeping up your cheeks was enough telltale. He chuckled, his fingers softly massaging your jaw. “You always make it better.” He whispered, his nose against the bite-mark on your neck, the mate-bond sending shivers down your body.

“We need to get back to work.” You tried.

He wasn’t taking any of that. “I’m taking the day off.”

“But…” He got up and carried you with him like you weighted nothing, exiting the office and grabbing your purse as you passed your desk on your way out.

“No buts. Maybe your butt, though.” He laughed at his own joke as he walked, shaking your body and making an embarrassed flush color your face.

“Your secretary is gonna be mad at you tomorrow.” He laughed.

“I think I can convince her to forgive me. I have a few tricks up my sleeve.” He kept walking, bridal carrying you. Your hair must look like a bird nest, but nobody commented. Everyone was staring as you entered the main office area, stopping their work as he carried you away. Nobody found it weird at that point. “Sex tricks.” He clarified, chuckling again at his own words.

“Shhh!” You chastised. It was one thing everyone knew you were mated to the boss, and another to know what you two did in your own home. Or the office. Or the bathroom down the hallway. Or over the copying machine…

“You like it. You like to be a good girl for me.” He growled the last words and you couldn’t help the moan that escaped your lips. He was incorrigible, and you couldn’t like it more. Even when he was mad, even when he fucked you so hard you couldn’t sit still the next day, even when he was so stressed he fucked your mouth like you were a toy at his mercy…

You couldn’t help it. You just wanted to be a good girl. Being the secretary of your werewolf mate wasn’t so bad after all.